By way of introduction, my husband, Sherwood, and I have racked up a fairly impressive list of most embarrassing moments over the past thirty plus years of marriage. Note: Yes, that is his real name.
There was the time that Sherwood ran out of gas in the line for the drive-through window of McDonald’s, and he had to push the car up to the “pick-up” window. Then there was the knee surgery/sodium Pentothal fiasco when my husband had a little trouble coming “out of general anesthesia” and told the nurses in the recovery room that he had four wives and thirty-seven children and a really HUGE . . . um . . . er . . . REASON for all those wives. Talk about Big Love.Read More